She would wait to talk to him. She very much needed to talk to her parents first anyway, and Sam’s dad too. When she talked to her husband she wante... all of what she had to say, all that she now knew, to be vetted and clear in her head. Owen was the only one who had a hope of being able to help her Sam: her children’s dad.It was 7:30 when she pulled up in front of the man’s house: she’d had to pullover to control her sobbing more than once. Getting out of her car she walked purposefully up the. Janet was not a super model but I found her to be sexy. She had a hoped up Miata she drove around and a Harley and a crotch rocket. Janet has the short blonde hair, medium size tits, and a wide ass. Her face is not bad. Again something about her really gets me hard and I would love to bust a nut in her but she does not even know I am alive. Well, every time they go out of town her husband calls me to watch their little dog and to check on the house and mow the grass if needed, stuff like that.. SLAP! "Awwwww," she yells in pain now, tossing her head and arching her back. "Aawhh! It hurts you fucking bastard," she sobs. He drops the loops from his hand again and goes back to slapping her pussy with the belt. SLAP! She jumps up with each hit, sobbing in pain, making her arch her back as he hits her harder. Her pussy is so wet that it makes each hit hurt even more. He crouches down in front of her. "Enjoying this, despite the cries of pain, aren't you, you dirty slut." She knows that he. Cassy wiggled out from under Janice and stripped off her PJ top. Her mother was lying on her back watching Cassy and rubbing her own pussy. Cassy said, “hey, stop that, you need to play with my pussy, not yours. Come eat me, whore. Don’t stop until you give me an orgasm as good as Daddy does. Fuck me with your fingers and your tongue and whatever you’ve got, put it all in my pussy. Do it, whore!” Cassy could hardly believe she was saying these things to her own mother, but it was a.